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letra de goated - babytron & stanwill

[intro: babytron]
sh-ttyboyz!

[verse 1: babytron]
f-f-fit wet as h-ll, i drip water like poseidon
punchin’ doordash, i got ruth chris arrivin’
feelin’ too blessed, i made p in verizon
just touched down, b-tch, i’m feelin’ like a heisman (touchdown)
baby check the rating stats, been maxed out
dee a bulldozer, he just cleared saks out (grr)
ric flair cookie, this’ll make you tap out
slam dunk like stackhouse, i just blew her back out

[verse 2: stanwill]
when i was down, i had a piece for a puzzle
the way i punch sh-t, you would think i like to tussle
strong with the hands, bro blowing off your muscle
look me in my eyes, all you see is the hustle
good approval, so i signed sh-ttyboyz (sh-ttyboyz)
liftin’ checks on n-ggas, whole lifе ive been unemployed
had it hard oncе, but now the juggs feel the boy
brodie punchin’ up for some belts like with f-ck with floyd

[verse 3: babytron]
baby k will fling his ass to the ozone
bro slip for the ice, call him frozone
pops set them up they sh-t, life goes on
you declined in six stores, dude go home
bought some new jacks to the city, feel like nino brown
ten bands in two days, this the sh-t i dreamed about
runnin’ up a check, i’m getting sweaty, b-tch i need a towel
ju put your ass in a suit, like you readin’ vowels
[verse 4: stanwill]
ain’t no i in team but there’s an i in i’m the goat
shots on the gram, i’ma take you as a joke (you a ham)
b-tch on my d-ck, is you gon’ put it down your throat
if she throw me in the cold, i’m throwin moncler on the coat
when its beef, i can’t find n-ggas like they waldo
d-ck on the mag and it kick like ronaldo
same n-ggas hating be the same ones i ball on
sh-ttyboyz the gang on me, n-ggas i can fall on

[verse 5: babytron]
prolific score, cause i’m really out here winnin’
granny pray in church, cause i’m really out here sinnin’
heavyweight bins, my sh-t really out here hittin’
sh-ttyboyz lieutenant, b-tch, i’m really out here sh-ttin’
that is not thrust if you still rockin rocks
shooter got range, i’ma call him rocket watts
cuff who? b-tch i’m spinnin’ like a bottle top
saucy ass fit, a lot of drip, and a lot of drop

[verse 6: stanwill]
ask what i am, i say ten times ten (a hundred)
tell me, have you ever made ten off a bin? (h-ll nah)
pray god forgive me, made ten off my sins
picked up the cards, now its win after win
call me sensei, i could put you in a dojo
i ain’t in the ring, but i punch like i’m koto
any smoke, bro fold they tops like a polo
ain’t no runnin’ from it cause he shootin’ from the logo
sh-ttyboyz up, yall n-ggas down and out (b-tch we up)
hoes ain’t loyal, hurt my soul findin’ out (f-ck that b-tch)
sick that i’m winnin, n-ggas wanna fight me now (you a ham)
punched a lil piece, that boy think he tyson now (f-ckin’ dummy)

- babytron stanwill

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